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  “Oh, Brent,” she moaned, her back arching in sensual delight as his large hands squeezed hard upon her aching tits. “I can’t stop it…I can’t help the way you make me feel when you touch me. It’s like I’m under your spell.”

  “No, I’m under your spell,” was his husky rejoinder, and she let out a half-sigh, half-groan. There was no way she could take much more of his hands on her body. Her full tits felt even heavier as lust brimmed and overflowed within her. His palms scooped and fondled, pumping up the flames that once again flickered against her sodden sex.

  “I think I like the fact that you’re cuffed to my bed, Miss Diane Wilson,” he said softly, feathering one hand down her belly to smooth over the apex of her pussy. Diane’s teeth sank into the pillow to hold back her sobs of bliss. “And if I have my way, I’ll keep you here for a long, long while…punishing you and pleasuring you in turns…”

  “Ooh,” she gasped, throwing her head back as he pierced into her with two knowing, questing fingers. He stoked her like a crackling log till she was blazing into flames beneath him. Deeper and deeper he shafted her, those ever-loving fingers bringing her to yet another tumbling-down climax.

  *

  It took a few sharp smacks to her ass to bring her jerking back to earth again, and she blinked, and then whimpered with agonized delight as she felt the flat of his palm strike upon her soft, bouncy flesh.

  “Please…,” Diane began, straining against her cuffs, shocked at her own wantonness. It was then she remembered he’d asked her if she was okay. Swallowing moisture down her throat, she told him, “Yes, Brent, I…I think I am.”

  “You think?” he asked on a chuckle that was deep and gravelly. Once again, he lifted his hand and then brought it back down with an even louder “thwack”.

  Diane sprang up despite herself, savoring the sensation of those hands connecting with her flesh. There was a fevered thrum within her pussy as even after two very intense orgasms, she was voracious for more. The sweet pain from his spanking only made her feel more vitalized, more willing for whatever came next. The blood had never rushed so fast through her veins; she’d never felt such a volatile mix of joy and torment.

  Her bottom wobbled and tingled as again and again he smacked her flesh, sometimes unto the more sensitive area right beneath her ass. She cried out somewhat helplessly, torn between lust and torture. She stung with the force he put into each blow, but with every volt of pain there was an echoing edge of bliss. She loved it, begged for it; ached for more…

  “I don’t want to stop, baby,” Brent growled, though his hands stilled for a moment to slide soothing over the pinked globes of her ass. “You feel so good. It makes me so damned hard to lay my hands on you and make you squirm and moan…”

  He bent low till she could feel his lips moistly trace the shape of her raised behind. “But now I’ve only managed to work myself up the more.” He chuckled deeply, and she sighed, about to say something like she was glad he was finding some humor in the whole situation…

  “Brent…” She couldn’t help the sound of sensuous anticipation in her voice.

  “I’m ready, baby,” he told her gruffly, before seizing hold of her long hair and wrapping it round his wrist till she was arched half off the bed. He turned her face to the side so their lips almost touched as he breathed out in a raspy voice, “The question is…are you?”

  “So ready,” she replied, aching for his lips to meet hers. But he merely laughed – the devil! He’d find some way to punish her, she knew. Even as at the same time, he prepped her up for pleasure…

  *

  Her legs were pulled together till they almost met, and her smarting ass was raised upon the pillows to make an inviting hump. She felt his body settle heavily upon her from the back and she welcomed the weight, welcomed the sensation of his cock sliding up and down her ass cheeks. She shuddered at the erotic sensation. Soon, she’d have that hot plank of flesh spearing into her throbbing walls…

  He teased her some more with the tip of his shaft, making her shudder and strain even more against her cuffs. Oh, how sweetly and wickedly he tormented her. Keeping her imprisoned beneath him, unable to move or touch him, forced to stay on her back while he slowly positioned himself on his knees on either side of her closed legs.

  She’d expected it, sensed it even. But she wasn’t prepared for the surge when it finally came.

  Brent, every thick, long inch of him, gliding between the globes of her bum which parted for his deep, powerful penetration into her pussy.

  It was…magnificent. Everything she’d ever dreamed. Wedged beneath him, she could do no more than take what he had to give. And he gave so much. He pounded his groin against her ass and sent his cock as far into her sheathe-like cove as far as he could go. The smack smack smack of their bodies was like a symphony in tune with her moans and his grunts. He fucked her, took her – owned her. In that moment, Diane forgot every lover she’d ever known.

  Lost in the sea of bliss, it was all she could do to keep from screaming as suddenly, he thrust incredibly deep. There was that magical spot, right there…no there…It was everywhere, and still he managed to hit them all.

  She couldn’t stand it; couldn’t hold back. His powerful arms were braced on either side of her, the perfect muscles standing out in detail as with every stroke of his shaft, he jolted her. His thrust grew in speed and precision and Diane knew he was close. Just like her, he was standing on the needle-thin rim, ready to tumble into the waiting waves.

  Suddenly, she felt him bend over her shoulder and sink his teeth into her sensitive flesh. It was a honeyed bite, tipped with just the right edge to push her over and over past the point of no return.

  Her whole body splintered and spasmed, and deep inside her, she convulsed around his cock. She heard his muffled groan as he too, succumbed to the power of his thunderous release. His hips pumped those few times more and then he stilled, his shaft throbbing within her walls and making her whole body vibrate around him. It was awesome.

  He must have said the words in her ear, because she smiled, unable to speak because she was speechless, boneless. He fell upon the bed beside her, freeing her from the cuffs and then tugging her up to him for a hot, claiming kiss. Best reunion sex ever…

  ****

  Bonus Story!

  ‘Sexed Up, Tied Down’

  (Book 1 of ‘Sexed Up Series’)

  Chapter One

  Damn it, she was running off again.

  Ethan didn’t understand it. Anytime he caught a glimpse of his beautiful, elusive neighbor, she seemed to be scuttling away before he could even say hello.

  What was it about him that scared her so much? More to the point, what was it about her that intrigued him beyond belief?

  Ethan had only seen her properly once. And yet that one time had been enough to be embedded in his memory. Slim, almost painfully so, and dressed in heavy, dark clothes. Her hair, long and ash blonde, was shaved down to a buzz on half of one side, while the rest of her silky looking locks cascaded over the other side of her face. Their eyes had caught and held as he’d been coming into the elevator and she’d emerged. They’d all but bumped into each other, but she’d righted her balance in time before they could collide.

  “Sorry about that, mister,” she had mumbled, and her voice had been slightly deep, very sexy. He’d looked into her jewel-like green eyes for that split second before she brushed past him.

  He’d turned and watched her walk off quickly out of the apartment building, moving through the revolving doors without a backward glance. He’d stepped into the elevator and it was only when the doors closed that he suddenly remembered he’d stopped breathing.

  Hell, she was beautiful. Those haunting green eyes, her full, puffy lips with the natural glow of pink in them…her unblemished though somewhat pale skin…She looked quite young, perhaps early twenties – which made him at most ten years older than her. But then surely that wasn’t such a turn off, was it? Not like he was some perv s
talker-to-be. But it would have been nice if she stopped to say hello each of those times they’d almost run into each other again.

  Alas, she was more content to do the scampering thing and disappear round the corridor or down the stairs before he could say a word. Damn. He’d really have liked to know her better. There was something different about her. A bit of an edge, a hint of the exotic in her beauty.

  And then Ethan had to remind himself that an involvement, even fleeting, with a female at that moment was out of the question. For one, he was monumentally busy with keeping his lucrative publishing business on track – and in addition, there was the very recent, very messy break-up with his ex, Leanne. He still wasn’t completely over that.

  In fact, he should be shuddering at the thought of even getting near a woman right now. Hadn’t Leanne proven that the species were hardly to be trusted? Not only had she tried to steal from him via his company’s funds, she was also a self-confessed gold digger whom he’d overheard telling her friend she was only with him for all that family money.

  Yikes, he thought, with an actual shudder this time. To think of how close he’d been to getting married to the seemingly career driven, glamorous and sexy Leanne Wilbur. Her family was old money, though from the way she’d been desperate about getting her claws into his cash, then that old money was all but crumbling into non-existent smoke by now. Not that he felt sorry for her. With her sophisticated good looks and lofty aura, she’d be finding another rich sucker soon enough.

  Shoving his hand through his short raven black hair, he forced back those thoughts and finally stood in front of his door which he unlocked before he went in.

  *

  Hailey drew in a relieved breath as she shut her door behind her. Still not quite sure, she twisted to look through her eyehole. Okay, not that she really thought he’d follow her, but…

  Hailey just couldn’t understand why that guy got to her so much. Well, apart from the fact that he was sexy as sin and undeniably gorgeous, of course. The fact that he seemed several years older did nothing to detract from her attraction, it heightened it. He had to be above thirty and yet he had the whipcord build of a guy ten years his age. Every inch of him had been impeccable.

  Moments ago, they’d very much almost run into each other – again. It was like fate was being deliberately cruel. Either that or he’d somehow mastered her routine and knew just when she’d been coming in or going out –

  Absurd, she thought to herself, finally moving from the locked door and advancing into her very nicely furnished, open plan apartment. Well, not exactly hers, but, well, it already felt like home. There was something to be said about living in a plush, spacious abode with every needed gadget available and to top it off, the best view of Manhattan a soul could wish for.

  Which was why she’d rather not do anything to jeopardize that. Which meant, of course, keeping a low profile in the building so that no one could guess that she had no right to be there.

  When Samantha, her best friend, had allowed her to move in while she was away in Barbados with her fiancé, she’d made Hailey promise to be careful. For one thing, squatters and sublets were not allowed. And certainly, people who weren’t the exact tenant weren’t allowed to actually live on the premises.

  But Hailey had been broke, not to talk of out of work for the past few months. And short of going back to stay with her uncle and aunt (lord forbid), she’d had to ask her best friend the favor of allowing her stay in the exclusive apartment till she could get back on her feet. And that meant finishing the many freelance web content projects she was handling for some online businesses – as well as maybe working on some new titles to show a publisher.

  And that would have to be soon, she told herself with a deep sigh. She hadn’t written anything in ages. Working under the pseudonym Faye Harley, she’d published a few things independently which weren’t exactly bringing in the bucks. It barely paid enough for her to feed and clothe herself and pay for her transportation. And short of taking charity from her eager to help, well meaning friends, Hailey knew she’d better work on something good enough to show some decent publishers or she’d starve.

  Well, a voice told her, you could always get a normal job…

  But for some reason, Hailey cringed at the idea. She’d worked for people before and hadn’t liked it. Also, she hated the conformity of it, not to mention the drudgery, of waking up to do the same thing every day. Unless, of course, it was something she absolutely adored doing. And if it paid really well, of course.

  So, until such a perfect role came along, she decided to stick with her stress-free lifestyle. Okay, well as much as being broke and living hand-to-mouth was stress-free.

  Tugging off her bulbous sweatshirt, she went to the kitchen island to prepare something to eat. It was just too bad that she hated eating alone. Which was why she hardly ate.

  And that was why she was as skinny as a chopstick, Hailey thought with a smirk as she viewed her reflection in the broad blade of the knife she was using to chop her veg. To make matters worse, she had this humungous double D chest that had plagued her for all her teens and even into adulthood. It had been weird growing up around her friends with their perky, half-orange busts. Meanwhile she had woken up one day when she was barely fifteen and found she’d turned from a tomboy into a virtual pin-up girl. It had been mortifying.

  That was why, even now, she wore bulky clothes. Outfits that concealed her enormous jugs that would have seemed so disproportionate with the rest of her. But then, now that she thought about it, none of her former boyfriends – few as the numbers were, had ever complained. In fact, they let her know in enough ways that they had no issues at all with her over-endowments.

  Yeah, no surprise there, she thought with a twist to her lips before popping a piece of carrot into her mouth. And then, out of nowhere, she thought of him.

  That guy in the building she kept “almost” running into. Ever since she’d sneakily moved in weeks ago, she’d caught glimpses of him at least five times. And each time, he seemed even hotter than the last.

  One would think, looking at her, that she’d be more into those laid back types, or the tattooed, rock band, skateboard dudes. But no, for some reason, what turned her on were those steel jawed, corporate hunks in their dress pants and charcoal black ties. Those men with their custom made suits and boardroom savvy. She wasn’t sure why, but such was life. She couldn’t count how many times in the past week she’d lain back in her scented bath, or on her fluffy pillows, and roved her hands over her body thinking of him.

  Yes him, with those molten brown eyes of his she’d only seen once, when they’d crossed in the lift. He with his square-cut good looks, his broad shoulders in those dark grey suits he favored which looked obviously made just for him. And probably cost ten times more than everything she owned in her entire wardrobe!

  Just brushing past him in those few seconds had her universe tilting in a dangerous fashion. The fresh scent of him, which was a mix of faint hints of shampoo, citrusy bath gel and light, expensive cologne. And the look on his face when their eyes met…whoa.

  If he could make her feel that way with just fleeting moments of near contact, then he was definitely trouble. She was in no position to be falling for guys who oozed sex appeal – though they did make great hero material…

  Suddenly, she forgot all about food as her handsome “neighbor” suddenly struck her so much she was already thinking of a whole new story built around him. There was no doubt she’d found her muse – for her next novel at least.

  Such occurrences were rare, but when they hit her, they couldn’t be ignored. Barely remembering to grab a fruit from the bowl, she went off to the office area of the apartment, determined to begin what already promised to be a spicy composition indeed.

  Chapter Two

  Three different meetings in one day and within minutes of each other was helping to further fray Ethan’s mood. Even a call from his brother who was in far away Canada on business di
dn’t do much to cheer him up. Ethan didn’t mind hard work and enjoyed every bit of what happened to be his chosen field, but heck, he had no social life to speak of. That wasn’t normal, was it? A red-blooded guy like him needed some leisure time to ease the tension from that entire corporate grind. For goodness’ sake he certainly made more than enough money to be able to afford enjoying himself.

  Face it, Ethan – it’s not really about your social life or even making time for leisure. The truth is, you just want to get laid.

  The voice in his head sounded quite sensible indeed. Well, it had been some weeks since he’d dabbled in any kind of sexual encounter. He couldn’t even remember her name or face right then, but it had been a satisfactory event in any case. It had been another of those blind dates his friends were always hooking up for him. She’d been pretty, and they’d shared great conversation, but by morning he hadn’t been able to wait for her to leave.

  Was that what was going to happen tonight? Another casual romp, to be vaguely recollected weeks after? Ethan sighed deeply, just as his phone rang. He picked it up to hear the sound of one of his friends, Luther. Right on time, Ethan thought wryly.

  “Geez, Ethan, don’t tell me you’re still at work. For goodness’ sake man, you own the company. What’s the use of having so many staff if you’re going to do everything yourself?” Luther jested.

  “Yes, I guess I’m too much of a perfectionist”, he said sarcastically, “Besides, this is a busy time for us. We’ve got a lot of titles coming out this month. I’m worried.”

  “Well, worry tomorrow,” Luther said with a chuckle. “Because we’re at this new bar just a briefcases’ throw from your office, so hot foot it here. Plenty of hot, ready women just waiting to mingle – and the best cocktails I’ve had in a while. You coming?”